He is a legend. A man worth talking about. A man who people admire. And praise. Honest-to-God praises. He is an inspiration to everyone around him. An honest man. One who is known for stuff only found in books, nowadays. He loves like nobody’s business. And protects like a papa bear. He is sweet when you expect him to. And even when you don’t. And he treats you like you’re the most important person in the moment. He is polite. He listens. Really listens. And appreciates. He doesn’t hesitate in telling you that he’s proud of you. And he’s amazingly intelligent. An adjusting person by nature,he won’t let you down if you ever go to him for help. Ever. And he understands. He has tremendous patience for most stuff. Others?Not so much. But that’s expected. He is human, afterall. And that’s another awesome thing about him. He is human. Humanly wonderful. He hearts simplicity. No flashy shit for him. And he compromises. For his family. For his people. He is someone you would want in your life. You would want to know. And spend time with. You just got to love him. Like I do. He is a father. A very good one at that. He is a father. He is my father. He is my papa. ♥

Umm,lemme warn you. This story is kinda weird. I mean,I have never read a story with such a weird theme,ever. But…I dunno where this came from. Seriously. Okay,read it if you want to. And tell me what you make of it. I don’t generally ask you what you make of the stuff I write,but this “story” calls for it,you see. I NEED you people to tell me what you think about this.

Swirling colors.

White light. White sound. White surroundings. White everything. Not even a splash of color. Except the eyes:Golden, silver, turquoise, emerald, topaz, onyx, obsidian…you name it. It was disconcerting to say the least. I couldn’t make sense of it all. What was this place? What was I doing here? In this…unusual place? Am I deaming? I must be. Such places only exist in fantasyland. I couldn’t recall anything from my past. Nothing. Everywhere I looked, all I could see was the swirling irises in stark white. I wasn’t alone, no. There where so many people around. So many, I couldn’t even begin to count. But they all looked like shell of a person. Not moving. Not breathing. Looking through me,instead of at me. I realised suddenly that I was wearing those bland robes like everybody else and I was… WHAAA? I was stuck to the ground just like them. And my limbs were slowly freezing like them, too. Nooooo. I started thrashing. I used all of my strength to get my feet to move. I don’t know for how long I struggled. It could be seconds, minutes, hours…I don’t know. Suddenly I realised that I wasn’t the only one moving. Every single, umm,person was trying to disengage their bodies. And their eyes! They were looking at me as if they wanted to devour me. Like I was some treat they hated but couldn’t stop themselves from getting to and, well,eating. Like they hated the thought of me being the only one who wanted to get away because they couldn’t, but still wouldn’t mind having me as a meal. Oh God! I won’t be a meal to these abominations. I increased my effort to get free many-fold. I had to get away. AT ANY COST. Suddenly I felt the invisible bonds giving away. I tried harder and I was free finally. I looked up and realised that they were, too. Noooooooo. They were converging on me real fast. Shit! I tried to run. They caught me. I felt faint. Nothing made sense. I, the sensible one, couldn’t save myself. The last thing I saw before succumbing to darkness was the swirling irises.

#Post a cutesy picture. Don’t expect all those likes and shares you have been getting lately, though. You are not that good of a photographer. Blurred, out-of-focus pictures aren’t everybody’s cup of tea_err_coffee,you know.

#Cry your eyes out (virtually is preferable) with a heart wrenching tale. We wouldn’t want you to be a blind,bloody mess,now would we?That would be just sad.

#A crappy poem! Doesn’t really work. Just saying. But try, if you may.

#Rant and vent. Might as well entertain people with your non-sensical babble and the sordid details you have been dying to spread around. Some poor soul in need of a bad joke might laugh at your excuse of a life.

#Give stupid tips.
Sounds familar?^
I bet,it does.Sorry for this.
I am really not good at this stuff. I post it, anyway. Something is definitely wrong with me.

#Don’t bloody post. The only alternative with next to none side effects.People won’t unfollow you because you posted something ridiculous. That’s something, atleast.
But they just might, anyway. No guarantees.